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lovrre · 2 years

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My Vampire boy ~

My Gif but scene pack from @kilzolga (on Instagram)

Eddie x fem reader

Pt2 here >>>

Warnings: cursing, masturbation, unprotected sex, smut and probably some others stuff.

Word Count: 2,476

Summary: When your best friend dies you realize just how much you really love him what happens when he comes back from the dead with fangs and a crazy amount of libido?

It’s been two days since the gates ripped Hawkins in two, you would think that would be the worst thing, It’s not. the worst thing is Eddie, after the demo bats tore his ass to shreds you forced Steve to carry him through the gate. You weren’t going to leave without him, dead or not he deserved far better. You remember the pain You felt. You and Dustin desperately trying to calm him with false promises of the future.

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“Nonono baby you’re gonna be ok you’re gonna make it” Eddie didn’t answer his eyes getting heavy and he was staring at the dark misty upside-down sky. “You’re gonna be fine Eddie,” Dustin says lip trembling. “Look look look at me baby,” you say grabbing Eddie's face with your hand blood smearing on his face in the process. His eyes looked more and more tired with each passing second. Dustin watched you his eyes filling up with tears. “Baby?” He whispers, smirking weakly and reaching his hand laying against your face you quietly hold it steady with your own.

“Yes baby, I’m sorry I made you wait so long, I’ve loved you since I met you, your humor your clothes everything ” Eddie musters up a smile and you smash your lips against his in fear that you won’t get another chance. It’s not a good kiss it’s sloppy, you taste the dirt blood and salty tears all merge Into one.

You pull away from the messy kiss and look at Eddie's now still body you can’t help but jerk back your body gose still before letting out broken sobs and laying your head on his chest frantically looking for a heartbeat. You knew there wouldn’t be one if anything you would’ve been surprised if you heard one but when you didn’t hear it your whole body felt like it shut down.

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When you guys went back through the gate it seemed like everyone was so focused on doing other things their energy made it feel like burying Eddie was a chore. You Steve and Dustin dug his grave next to your late aunt's old Summer den hidden in the woods.

Dustin and Steve placed Eddie inside the not-so-shallow grave The whole experience was horrible. The way Eddie’s body flopped like a doll rather than himself. There wasn’t a drop of life in his body you couldn’t look at him without crying. What pissed you off the most was after everything that happened everyone was acting like nothing happened at all. Like Eddie didn’t sacrifice himself trying to save them. After The burial you Dustin and Steve had a little funeral. But Steve left quickly after taking Dustin with him.

You tried really hard to stay away from the cabin but your house was empty and painfully quiet. your foster dad wasn’t home meaning he was among the presumed dead. If he was you would Now be officially an orphan. You knew you should have felt stronger but you barely felt anything Numb to everything. Also, None of your “friends” came to check up on you not one since The burial. The worst part was you knew if Eddie was alive he would have. Packing a bag you filled with leftover food in the pantry and Some of Your Clothes and the bag of Eddie clothes you packed for he previously when he was hiding in the boat house.

The walk there was excruciatingly long but it didn't matter. all you wanted was to be near him,You sat down Next to the painted grave marker you and Dustin made that read “our hero”. You guys couldn’t personalize it too much for fear that somebody might find it and vandalize it.

You Slowly lay on the ground next to the grave.

“Eddie….I miss you so fucking much you don’t even understand” of course, there was no answer so you continued looking up at the sky. “I think my foster dad might be dead. The sheriffs say they found somebody but can’t identify them yet I know he was an asshole but..he didn't deserve to die. A part of me thinks this is some cruel ass joke you know… what are the odds I lose everyone I’ve ever cared about ” your lip quivers at the last sentence. “Never knew my dad, dead mom, dead aunt now dead best friend… oh and Dave is presumed dead so that’s.. that ” tears began falling down your cheek.

“I never got to give you a proper kiss like the one I promised, if we would have had just a little more time I would have given you that damn kiss and then some,” you say with a dry laugh.

“Really?” You hear a familiar voice before you even see him your eyes well up with tears.

You sit up so fast you think your gonna fall right back down. “E-Eddie,” you say breaths becoming unbelievably heavy standing there in front of you was Eddie before you can think any longer you run into his arm just squeezing him. “I’m going crazy aren’t I” you cry into his arm “nope,” he says smugly you look at him grabbing his face with both your hands and kissing him deeply he deepened the kiss holding your head back for more leverage this was what your fist time kiss him was supposed to be like not tears and blood. “Yes I am going crazy but it’s ok as long as I’m with you,” you say now crying again.

“No baby you’re not, I’m here,” he says tilting your head with his finger and wiping away one of your tears with your thumb. You take a closer look a realize Eddie looks a bit different. Big brown eyes don't look so innocent and doe-like but dark and husky almost red. “Eddie, is it really you…?” He pinches you on the cheek “Did you feel it” he says smiling you cry ten times harder “ya, ITS YOU ITS ACTUALLY YOU!” your heart is beating so hard and all you want to do is get in his skin… it’s an extreme but you don’t ever wanna be apart. “You died though…. Did I die am I dead too?” You say gripping Onto his arms “Nono you’re not dead”

You kiss him again.

Pulling away from the kiss Reality sets in “you gotta get inside” yanking Eddie by the collar you drag him inside the small cabin. Sitting down on the couch you ask Eddie some more questions. “You died, I watched how is this possible,” you say staring at him hard “maybe I wasn’t dead,” Eddie says leaning back on the couch and smiling. “No, you were dead your heart stopped and you were cold,” you say a small tear running down your cheek. “No more crying ok, I don’t what going on but I’m here and we’ll figure it out,” he says whipping away the tear “I’m here”

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Eddie -

It's been almost 2 hours of us on this couch just talking. she keeps asking how and why I’ve come from the dead and I keep giving her the same answer, I don’t know.

I do know why I’m back but I’m not gonna tell her right now. What if she thinks I’m a monster, I just wanna be with her a little longer and this vampire bat shit is making it real hard to stay calm around her. Not only do I want her bad in like all ways humanly possible, but there is the huger…the loud beating of her heart pumping hot blood into her veins I can control it tho, I will for her. Thoughtlessly you take your fingers and push the hair off her shoulders exposing her neck. Before you can get too caught up Y/N speaks you’re breaking your trance.

“I didn’t wanna say this earlier and ruin the moment but baby…you need to wash,” y/n says turning to me. “I like this baby thing we got going on, let’s keep it going,” you say leaning in for a kiss. Y/n accepts lightly pressing her lips against yours. “Now go wash…baby,” she says the last part seductively. “Will do ma’am,” you say jumping up and walking down the only hallway that led towards the bathroom.

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In the shower, the water feels warm against your skin but you can’t stop thinking of y/n. Ya before the bats tore you up you wanted her like crazy but since you came back it’s like times ten you can’t look at her too long without thinking about being inside her. You feel yourself hardened at just the thought of it. slinking your hand down to your length and wrapping your hand around What’s the harm your already in here you thought to yourself.

You begin pumping yourself at A medium speed. Small moans leave your mouth here and there whispering her name.

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Y/N-

“Oh, I forgot to give him a towel” you quietly knock on the door nobody answer so you open the door right before you open your mouth to speak you hear Eddie’s moans. Of course, you don’t wanna be a creep but there’s a part of you that just can’t help but listen for a second. “E-Eddie I put your towel on the skink you say stuttering the first part

“hmm- oh thanks” he replies as if nothing happened. You turn to leave and he calls you over. “Can you hand me the towel?” “Ya sure,” you say hesitantly walking towards the shower curtain. Eddie rips back the curtains exposing his whole body.

You desperately try not to look down handing Eddie the towel he quickly wraps it around his waist. Now you were really looking at him you jumped back as your eyes Landed on his bright red ones. “Omg Eddie your eyes-“

“ya I know, sweet right?” he interrupts smiling hard exposing his adorable dimples and FANGS?!?! “EDDIE WHAT THE FUCK, YOUR TEETH!”

you shout jumping back.

“I look scary right, look Y/n I’m a vampire or a bat, something along those lines but besides all that I really really need you right now,” he says stepping out of the tub

“you need me?“ you say looking up at him.

“Mmh...bad,” he says wiping A piece of hair away with his free hand the other securing his towel around his waist. “Eddie this is serious, like really serious not only are you back from the dead but you’re a vampire?,” you say Seriously looking up at him. “It’s not that serious, I feel pretty much the same, except you know…the Uncontrollable need for you”

He says smiling ear to ear.

“Eddie as much as I would love this,” you say gesturing to the current situation You two were in. “We don’t know anything what if you bite me or something,” you say biting your lip unsure .“I won’t bite unless you want me to, can’t make any promises though,” he says giving another shit-eating grin.

“I’m guessing all this confidence is a perk of your”before you can finish your sentences his lips are on yours pushing you against the wet bathroom wall. You don’t fight it instantly leaning into his touching. The kiss wasn’t soft or sweet like the ones you shared before…no he was hungry. You couldn’t help but let out a moan as his hand traveled to the side of your face deepening the kiss. His body felt warm from the steam but his lips felt cool.

Without another thought, Eddie spoke through the kiss “jump” you instantly obey wrapping your legs around his waist. He blindly walks towards the living room “bedroom?” he says breaking the kiss. “The door on the left” you breathe out before smashing your lips against his again.

Eddie walks to the room throwing you on the bed before he puts his body back between your legs. “I need this,” he says tugging at the hem of your shirt. You lift up your arms and he slides off your shirt before his lips return to yours. Your lightly tug at the towel tightly wrapped around Eddie’s waist and it’s off in seconds. “Your turn” he whispers looking down at you. You quickly unbutton your pants and Eddie helps by pulling them all the way off and throwing them to the floor. “Better,” he says coming down to your neck to leave small kisses. “Eddie please” you whine squirming under him.

“God… I wanna take my time but I have eternity for that” with that Eddie throws off your underwear his lips ghosting over yours throughout The Whole motion. He grabs your left leg throwing it over his shoulder before lining himself up with your entrance. Wiping himself through your folds before slowly pushing himself in. “So fucking wettt” he moans entering you entirely. “I’ve been missing out…so fucking tight,” he says picking up the pace. “Mmh” you moan grabbing onto a nearby pillow. “I’m your first right?” Eddie knew he wasn’t technically I mean you told him about the situation with Brett where he only got the tip in before his mom bust in. “Eddie..”

“Nonono, I’m your fucking first ME! I’m your first, last, and anything in between., you’re mine ” His words make you clench around him. You liked this side of him a bit more aggressive and confident.

“No, say it” Eddie’s face Gose serious and he grabs your face to look at his while he’s thrusting. His eyes are deep red and his fangs are visible on his lip. “I’M YOURS! Always had been ”

You thought how fucking embarrassing you would feel in the morning for that.

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Eddie—

I’ve died and went to heaven because This was a dream come true Y/N under me a blubbering mess of moans and groans as I fucked her senseless. I felt her walls begin to squeeze around me. “I’m so so close” she moans out scratching my back. “Me too” I take that as a hint to go harder. Until she’s shaking around me and I’m dumping myself into her. I can't help but to graze my fangs over her bare neck as we cum

“Fuckfuckfuck...”

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Laying in the small bed y/n twirls your hair between her fingers while looking at you. “I didn't know that situation with Brett bothered you so much,” she says giggling to herself. “I didn't know you even liked me that much” you look at her bewildered. How could she not tell, the thought of her and Brett in bed together had made Eddie so physically ill that he missed three days of school that week . “I thought I was being pretty obvious, I thought me saying

“I would have done it Better” was enough of a hint ,” you say looking down at her. “I thought you were joking”

“Not at all..”

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thunder-at-dawn · 3 years

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Rose Colored Cheeks

word count: 3,657

summary: days before the l’manburg vs. dream team war, wilbur and eret decide to have a toast to how far they’ve come. in the process, eret points out how easy it is to make wilbur blush, and the commander decides to have some fun of his own.

woooo! this fic is done, and it’s the longest fic i’ve ever written for this account so far! enjoy one of my favorite duos :D

warning: this is a sfw tickle fic! don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable :]

cw: alcohol

“Eret, I have a question.”

“Wilbur, I likely have an answer.”

“When was the last time you drank alcohol?”

Eret huffed, leaning against the outside of the camarvan as she thought of an answer for her leader. She pondered in her head, not quite being able to come up with a clear answer.

“...I can’t come up with an exact date. It was more than quite a few months ago, but...it was definitely within the past year.” She nodded. “I don’t exactly remember what happened or where I was, my memory is a little hazy. Although... I believe I was likely drinking because of a celebration of some sort, perhaps?”

“A celebration?” Wilbur repeated.

“Yeah. I usually only drink when it comes to special occasions.” She shrugged, glancing at the sunset that was slowly spreading over the sky. “What about you? When was the last time you drank?”

“Not fairly long ago.” Wilbur shook his head. “Probably only a month or two ago.”

“Why do you ask?” Eret questioned curiously, before she suddenly felt Wilbur take her hand in his own.

“Come inside with me, Eret.” He said with a smile. She smiled as well, letting Wilbur guide her inside of the camarvan. Once they were inside of the van, Wilbur let go of her hand to walk into the back room. The eyeless entity leaned against the wall, being able to hear her friend rummaging through various things to find what he was looking for.

“Ah, there we go.” She could hear Wilbur mutter quietly. The young man returned from the back of the room, holding two empty champagne glasses, one in each hand, and setting them down in front of him.

“Are those for what I think they’re for?” Eret asked with an eyebrow raised.

“They might be.” Wilbur chuckled, heading back into the back room momentarily. She could hear more rustling, and he reentered, holding a bottle of champagne in his hands.

“In a few days time, we go off to war with the Dream Team. I wanted to have a proper gathering of some sort, where we celebrate our triumphs one last time before the war, before we have even more to celebrate.” Wilbur exclaimed, placing the bottle on the table. “However, not only are we the only ones awake right now, we’re also the only ones on our side who can legally drink. So... I think that we should have a toast.”

“A toast?” Eret repeated curiously, stepping forward towards her comrade.

“A toast, to how far we’ve come. You’ve been a good person to me, Eret. You’ve been a friend, a comrade, a brother. While I didn’t want to have to come to the terms of war with the other side, I know this battle will bring us closer than ever before.” Wilbur continued to speak as he attempted to twist the cork off of the bottle. “So, because of that, I believe... that we should... should have a toast- ugh. A toast to our-“

“Do you need any help with that, Wilbur?” She interrupted, watching her leader struggle to get the cork off.

“Nonono, I’ve got it.” Wilbur insisted, still struggling to twist off the cork on the bottle, shaking it to see if that would get it loose.

“Are you sure?” Asked Eret, entertained by her commander’s struggle.

“I promise you Eret, I’m fine, I-“

POP!

“Oh no!” Eret laughed as she felt a stream of cold champagne spray onto her jacket. She rushed over to help control the spray as Wilbur panicked, quickly dipping the bottle down and spraying the insides of the glasses with the cold, sparkly liquid. Afterwards, he grabbed an empty potion bottle nearby, attempting to spray the rest of the champagne into it. It filled up quickly, and Eret laughed more when Wilbur started to repeatedly curse out loud when it started to overflow. Eventually, the champagne stopped spraying out of the bottle.

“Wilbur, are you drunk already? The champagne is supposed to go in the bottle.” Eret joked.

The commander’s face suddenly turned a bright pink. “Sh-Shut up.” He stammered with a chuckle, shoving Eret’s arm before rushing off to find something to clean up the mess with. She giggled, following him to the back room.

“Has anyone ever pointed out how easy you are to fluster?” She asked with a shit-eating grin.

“Eret, stop talking.” Wilbur demanded as he rummaged through the chest.

“Your face is like, bright pink. Like a peony. That’s how much you’re blushing.”

“I’m not blushing!” He insisted. Eret simply laughed at him, doubling over and clutching her stomach as Wilbur rolled his eyes.

“Relax, I’m just teasing you.” She giggled, placing a hand on his shoulder. “How about we clean this up later, and just go ahead and celebrate, like you said?”

Wilbur couldn’t help but smile when he saw Eret taking enjoyment in the situation, chuckling quietly. “Alright… I suppose this mess can wait.” He said, handing her one of the glasses. He picked up his own, holding it up.

“A toast to the future.” Eret said with a smile, holding her glass up as well.

“And to how far we’ve come, my friend.”

“Hehey. Hey. Wilbur. Wilburwilburwilbur.”

“Oh my god, what?”

“This was a great idea.”

“Hmm… judging by how you’re acting, I’m not quite sure.”

“I’m not acting! I’m saving my acting skills for the stage and the spotlight.”

Wilbur rolled his eyes, but couldn’t fight back a grin. They had a few…refills, he wouldn’t lie.

And while he was still in a somewhat of a decently regular headspace, Eret was another story.

She’s on a whole different astral plane, he thought. His friend beside him had been cracking jokes and snarky remarks, her speech was slurred, and hiccupy giggles were seemingly always pouring out of her mouth. They had moved out of the camarvan, and were now sitting next to each other outside in the grass, under the stars.

“Wilbur… y’know, I think the last time I was like this, I was at a party, and…” Eret paused, staring at Wilbur as she giggled, the continued. “And- and there was this guy there, and he told me about this thing called updog. It was really cool, and I think someone like you might wanna hear about it~!” Dragging out the last word, she rested her arm on her friend’s shoulder. Wilbur watched the other explain her story with amusement, even giggling a bit himself before he rolled his eyes.

“Hmm, really Eret? Well, now that you’ve told me, I must know…what…” He sighed, wondering if it was really a good idea to go along with this. “…What’s updog?”

While it wouldn’t be able to be seen from behind her sunglasses, Eret’s blank eyes widened in amusement, and she snorted before cracking up with laughter. “Y-Yohou- Yohou fehehell fohor ihihit!” She hiccuped, laughing as she leaned back into the grass.

“Oh my gohod.” Wilbur snickered, laying down next to Eret in the grass. Her reaction was only making him beam more. “Eret, if you keep laughing this loud, you’re going to wake up Tommy, Fundy, and everyone else here in L’Manburg.” He chuckled.

“Sihince whehen dihid yohou cahare *hic* abohout Tohommy’s sleheheep schehedule?” Eret asked through hiccupy, hysterical giggling.

“Oh, shut it.” Wilbur grumbled as he could feel his cheeks heating up.

“Yohou’re bluhushing! Agahain!” She observed, pointing at Wilbur’s pink face. She sat up and gently held his face, eyes widening in surprise. “Wohow, you’re a bit warm, actually!”

“Am not.” He scoffed, leaning into the touch of Eret’s hand.

“Are too.” She snapped back.

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Am noHOHOT-!” Wilbur jumped in place when he felt a hand squeeze at his side. The pink blush on his face only grew deeper. “Eret!”

“I win!” Eret threw her hands in the air, once again going back to a giggly state afterwards. Wilbur crossed his arms, grumbling under his breath as his friend laughed with victory.

She lowered her hands and her giggles slowed down as she looked back at Wilbur. “You really are easy to fluster. What is that, the third time I’ve made you blush tonight?” She asked, grinning softly at her commander.

“Oh, shut it.” Wilbur groaned, before coming up with a question to ask. “Actually, Eret, how easily would you say you blush?”

“Hmm… not that much. I take pride in not being a big flustered person like you.” Eret responded, her speech slurred as she giggled once more and poked Wilbur’s cheek. He hated that he could feel his cheeks heating up, and could see Eret’s smile grown more in amusement.

However, he did come up with an idea.

“I bet I can make you blush.” Wilbur challenged.

Eret’s eyebrows raised up, curious about this idea of Wilbur’s. “Oh, really?” She asked, leaning towards Wilbur. “And how do you plan to do that?”

“I have my ways.” Wilbur shrugged, a smirk creeping onto his face.

“And your ways are not going to work. However, I would be very, very entertained to see you try!”

“Alright…” Wilbur shrugged, glaring at his friend. “You better prepare yourself though. I’m not going to be nice.”

“…Huh? What do you mean by thAT-?!”

Before Eret could continue, she was knocked into the grass, landing with a thud. Opening her eyes, she saw Wilbur’s grinning face, and took notice of the fact that he was straddling her legs, and she couldn’t move them.

“Now, Eret, I’ll have you know, I like to pride myself in being an observant person. And just about a week ago, I observed something very interesting.”

“And what would that be?” Eret asked before a hiccup stopped her from saying anything else.

“…Do you remember that one day, where Tommy was just… I dunno, being more of a pest than usual? He was being super loud, and he kept poking me. And at one point, I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine…and it escalated to one big, childish tickle fight between everyone in the camarvan that day.”

Oh no.

Any but of confidence Eret had before this had dropped. Wilbur could easily tell.

“You remember that, right? Surely, you do, because, out of the corner of my eye, I caught you getting tag-team wrecked by Fundy and Tubbo.” Wilbur smirked, chuckling as he saw Eret’s confident smile suddenly drop.

“I-Is that your plan? Tickling me until I blush?” Eret asked, trying to regain her confidence back. “That’s not going to work.”

“Stuttering already, are we? Are you a bit embarrassed, Eret?” Wilbur asked.

“Of course not.” She responded a bit too quickly, shaking her head.

Wilbur simply laughed at her predicament, already planning things in his head. “Anyway, no. I’m not going to tickle you…yet. Seeing as you’re already a bit nervous…I think that I should make you a bit more anticipated for what’s to come.”

Oh no. Oh fuck.

“You see, I had to do a bit of…convincing, to get Fundy to tell me about your spots. As your commander, I think that there are certain, important things that a leader should know about his comrades.” Wilbur’s smirk grew, and he adjusted his hands so that the were resting in the crevice to Eret’s armpits.

“You know the keep your arms up game? Classic game to play? Yeah, Fundy told me that you were playing this game, and you were horrible at it. Like, you moved your arms down instantly, he said.”

Eret scoffed. “Okay, says you. I literally helped wreck you the other day, and your arms instantly went down when we played that game.” Wilbur recalled the memory, and knew that his face was going red from the way Eret was now laughing at him.

“Yohou’re bluhuhshihing agahain.” She pointed out with a grin.

“D-Don’t get confident with me.” He stammered. He was stuttering! He was the one supposed to be doing the flustering right now! This wasn’t fair!

Whatever. He shook off the feeling of flusteredness, sliding his hands down Eret’s body, his confidence coming back when he heard her inhale sharply as his fingers glided across her hips.

“Oooh, your hips are a good spot, I’ve heard.” Wilbur said in a low tone of voice. He knew Eret always purposely lowered the tone of her voice when wrecking to make people flustered, both from first hand experience and from observation, so maybe it would work on her as well. “Eret, how would it feel if I just…ever so lightly traced my fingers around your hips?” He proceeded to do as he said, watching Eret grin and cross her arms over her chest.

“This is nothing, Wilbur! I’ve *hic* had worse than this.” She smiled at him, her confidence restoring.

“Oh? So there are spots that are worse?” Wilbur raised an eyebrow, then found himself laughing at how quickly Eret’s smile dropped. However, he still didn’t get that sweet, rosy hue across her cheeks that he was looking for. She snickered as well, giggling along with him.

“Yohou’re so sihilly, Wihilbur.” She said lazily, her slurred speech continuing to shine through.

“Silly?” Wilbur questioned, suddenly stopping the light tracing on her hips. “You know what I think is silly, Eret? How ticklish your stomach is.” He smirked, moving his hands and resting them on top of the named area, watching as Eret’s giggles started to die down.

“Your stomach…oh, man. Fundy said that you were such an adorable little mess here. He said that he scribbled all over your stomach and your sides, you just would not stop laughing and giggling! And your sides…they’re just as bad. If not, worse!” Wilbur tapped his fingers on top of Eret’s stomach, watching the other’s nervous grin grow.

“Scribbling, squeezing, poking, clawing. Anything will work here, that’s what Fundy told me. And the button! The giggle button, I like to call it. You’re just so fucking giggly whenever someone presses the button! However, I guess that’s it’s job, isn’t it?” The commander lightly tapped one hand on Eret’s side, the other having a finger trace circular motions around her belly button. “How are you feeling, Eret? Feel like blushing yet?”

“You’ll nehever break me, Wilbur. I’ll never blush! Never!” Eret spoke with firmness and assurance.

“Oh, trust me. I will break you, Eret. And I know exactly how I’ll do it.” Wilbur grinned, slowly moving his hands upwards on her body, and tapping along one final spot: her ribs.

“Now, tell me, Eret. Fundy said that this is your worst spot. You instantly lose control whenever someone scribbles and pokes and prods at your ribcage. Digging in between each rib makes you squeal, and a raspberry? Ohoho, a raspberry, just one singular raspberry, makes you scream. So, is it true? Is this your worst spot?” Wilbur asked, his voice laced with mischief.

Eret simply grinned, shaking her head. Fuck. Wilbur hated to admit it, but he would’ve been a flustered, giggling mess at this point. How had she not broken yet?! It was kind of impressive, in all honesty. There was one final chance, one last idea that Wilbur had.

“…I can tell that you’ve been giggling this whole time, and have been holding back your emotions. You really want to laugh, don’t you, Eret? Well…I’d just love to help with that.” Wilbur smirked, quickly pushing up her shirt, lowering his head down, taking a deep breath of air, and blowing the biggest raspberry he could on Eret’s stomach. She shrieked, clasping both hands over her mouth, muffled giggles spilling out.

“Oh, don’t be like that!” Wilbur lifted up his head, taking advantage of what Fundy had said about the keep your arms up game, quickly shooting his hands into her underarms and scribbling at the hallows. Eret instantly drew her arms down, bubbly laughter flowing out of the young soldier’s mouth.

“AHAHAHAHA!! NOHO, WIHIHILBUHUR, QUHUIHIT IT!!!!” Eret yelled, attempting to grab his wrists and push his hands away.

“Quit? But I just started!” Wilbur said, a wide grin on his face as he moved to Eret’s hips, squeezing and pinching at the flesh. He then quickly moved to her thighs, scribbling and scratching at them, delighted when he felt Eret’s legs attempt to kick out from underneath him.

“YoHOuou- *hic!* yohohou baHAstAHARD!” Eret threw her head back, hugging herself across the chest.

“Oho, namecalling now, are we?” A cheeky grin was on Wilbur’s face as he continued to rapidly move spots, now squeezing up and down her sides. After a few moments, he dug a finger into her belly button with one hand, and spidered the fingers on his other. Eret did her best to squirm away from the touches, but anywhere that Eret leaned, Wilbur would simply skitter his fingers there to push her back into the position he wanted.

“WIHIHILBUR! ThAHaht- AHAHAHA! SHIHIHIT!” Eret tried pushing away her commander’s nimble fingers, but had no success. She then let out a noise that neither of them had expected. Wilbur paused his hands in surprise, giving Eret the time to grip onto his wrists.

“…Was that a snort?” He asked with a shit-eating grin on his face. Eret shook her head, denying the truth. “…Do it again.” Wilbur smirked, blowing another raspberry on her stomach. Eret was quick to break, her laughter the only thing that could be heard throughout the empty fields.

“CuhuHUHUT ihit ohohout!” She said before another snort escaped from her.

“I’m going to get you to blush, Eret!” Wilbur insisted, wiggling fingers across her torso.

“Thahat’s nohohot gohonna hahaHAPPEHEN- NONONONO! WAHAHAIT!!” Eret screamed with laughter, suddenly feeling Wilbur’s fingers dig in between the bones of her ribcage. She thrashed back and forth, trying to escape Wilbur’s wiggling fingers.

“Awww, is Eret a little bit ticklish on her ribs? Can she not handle it? I don’t think she can!” Wilbur smirked.

“WIHIHILBUR, PLEHEHEAHASE!!”

“Please continue? Your wish is my command!”

With that, he ducked down his head once again, a raspberry planted right onto her ribs this time. Eret screamed, throwing her head back as her laughter momentarily became silent, then came back in hysterics. She hugged her stomach, too tired to fight back, laughing with the goofiest grin that Wilbur had ever seen from her.

“Having fun?” Wilbur smirked.

“Thahahat wahahas ahawfuhul!” She refuted, now able to look at her commander directly in the eyes.

“Awful? You never told me to stop, not even once!” He commented, his eyes widening as a realization set in. “You enjoyed every second of that, didn’t you?”

And with that, Wilbur finally got what he oh-so desperately wanted. A rosy pink blush, quickly spreading across Eret’s cheeks. Both of them knew it was there, and no words needed to be exchanged. Eret groaned, placing both hands over her face to hide the new color.

“Yes! I told you I could do it!” Wilbur grinned triumphantly, finally getting off of Eret and laying next to her in the grass. He listened to her catching her breath, and saw the rosy blush still there when she removed her hands.

“And that’s what happens when you make fun of Commander Wilbur Soot! You get punished for iHIT- AAAHAHAHAH!” The commander was suddenly greeted with scribbling fingers in his armpits, shrieking loudly and trying to squirm away. “EHEHEREHET! WHAHAHAT THE FUHUHUCK?!”

“Don’t think I don’t know where your worst spots are, Wilbur!” Eret smirked, taking her revenge. “While you had to use your ways to get Fundy to tell you my spots, Tommy just told me yours, no questions asked!”

“AHAHRE YOHOHOU FUHUHUCKIHING SEHEHERIHIOHOUHUS?!” Wilbur barked out, cackling loudly.

“Very serious!” Eret grinned, moving her hands down to his sides and planting a raspberry on his neck. She lifted her head back up, stopping her fingers when she saw a bright red blush across his grinning face.

“Ohoho my gohod, I lasted so much longer than you!” Eret laughed. “What was that, thirty seconds?!”

“Shut the fuck up.” Wilbur groaned through the leftover giggles that spilled out of his mouth.

Eret laid down next to her commander, the two of them looking at each other before laughing. Neither of them were exactly sure while laughing. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was because they both got wrecked. Maybe it was the sheer stupid silliness of the situation. But what they both knew was that this would be a night to remember. That is, if the champagne would let them remember it at all.

“You look like shit.”

“Tommy!”

“What?! It’s true!”

Eret sighed, rolling her eyes at the young boy’s behavior as she entered the camarvan, closing the door behind her. The liquid mess from last night had been cleaned up, and she was feeling groggy from the events of the previous night.

“Good morning, Eret.” Wilbur greeted with a nod. “How are you feeling this morning?”

“Not the best.” Eret chuckled, taking her place at the table in the middle of the van.

“You and me both, big man.” Tubbo groaned.

“Everything okay, Tubbo?” She asked, her eyebrow lifting up curiously.

“Yeah, I’m mostly fine. I just woke up with-“ Before he could finish, Tubbo paused, covering his mouth and coughing. “I just woke up with, like, a really bad cough. Out of nowhere.”

“Are you feeling okay?” Wilbur asked Tubbo, then turned directly to Eret as he spoke, a smirk creeping onto his lips. “Would you say you have a tickle in your throat?”

“Yeah, exactly!” Tubbo agreed. Wilbur didn’t focus on him, only smiling as he noticed that rosy hue on Eret’s cheeks from the night before return.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay, Eret? Your face is quite red~” He dragged out the last word of the sentence in a teasing tone.

“I’m fine, Wilbur.” Eret groaned, glaring at Wilbur from across the table.

He was never going to let her live this down, wasn’t he?

#dawn writes #lee!eret #ler!wilbur #c!eret #c!wilbur #dsmp tickle #they switch at one point but it’s very brief so i’m not tagging it #if eret and wilbur have a duo name someone pls tell me what it is i wanna know :0 #👑 eret: eyeless monarchy #🧨 wilbur: the bad guy

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scaryscarecrows · 3 years

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Breathe In, Breathe Out (Let the Human In)

AN: Happy deathday, Jason! Title from Of Monsters and Men's 'Human'. Arkham Asylum alternate ending thingy.

TW for attempted suicide.

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It��s the Joker’s fault.

Well, okay, fine, it’s ninety percent the Joker’s fault and ten percent Cobblepot being a nosey Nellie, but because she hates him and he isn’t her boss, Dove is going to lay all the blame on the clown.

And he’s the one who made this spectacle, so there.

Whoever’s fault it is, Cobblepot demanded they trek to Arkham. He says that it’s because he’s a donor and has rights to see what’s going on. Dove knows for a fact he hasn’t donated a damn cent since his stint as the mayor way back when, but he’s playing at being Legal for now and, well, she’s curious too. Batman is there. Arkham’s got a pretty full house tonight. And the news is saying something about monsters.

The news is not wrong. Batman is here, on the roof, with--

Oh my God.

That’s. That’s Joker, but...but he’s done something to himself. Something awful. He’s monstrous, with...with spines (no, not spines, his spine, his bones) jutting up out of his torn back, and he’s. He’s huge, big enough to pick up Batman. And Dove’s been up close to Batman before, been picked up by the guy, even. He’s not small.

“What’s going on?” Cobblepot demands. He’s not alone. She recognizes some of the men gathered here, at the police barricade. Most of them are as corrupt as they come. “Jim! Jim, come here, I demand--”

“You don’t get to demand anything--”

Above them, Joker laughs. Dove has faith that Batman will stop him. He always does.

(He has to.)

She ducks, though, when the clown turns to peer down at them, and turns her head away. And that’s the only reason she sees the thin, trembling shadow stumbling out from one of the buildings.

Between the floodlights and the chopper, the lawn’s lit right up. The orange jumpsuit sticks out like a sore thumb and her first thought is ZSASZ.

“Harvey!” Harvey Bullock turns, toothpick already half-shredded in his teeth. “There’s a--”

“Shit--”

The shadow goes down and no, that’s not Zsasz. There’s hair. Harvey approaches so Jim can deal with this shitshow, turns the man(?) onto his back. There’s silence, followed by a horrified, “What the fuck?”

“What now?”

“What is going on--”

“Harvey?”

An explosion draws Jim back to his radio, shouting at the chopper to GET BACK GET OUT OF THERE RIGHT NOW. Dove risks inching towards Harvey and the orange shadow.

“Harvey?”

“Jesus Christ…” He’s all but sitting on his hands. “Jesus Christ, kid, what happened to you?”

Kid? That’s a kid?

“Who is that?”

He looks up, hat falling off.

“I think it’s Robin.”

No, Robin would be...up…

Oh.

Oh, my God.

She does go closer at that, and it is Robin. Not the current one, the new one, but the one before. The one Joker...Joker’d got hold of him...God, over a year ago, now, sent a tape out a few months back.

He’d been dead. Finally, Dove remembers thinking guiltily, out of his misery.

But apparently not. He’s older than she remembers (of course he is), but...but there’s a brand on his face, a goddamn ‘J’ burned into his skin like he’s a piece of meat rather than a boy, and he’d had that…

“Robin?” she whispers. “Can you hear me, sweetheart?”

He’s breathing, harsh, ragged gasps that stutter and catch (broken ribs or scared or...?), and he flinches when Joker starts laughing again.

“What did that bastard do to you, kid?” Harvey breathes, finally inching out a hand to brush against the orange jumpsuit. The thing’s hanging off the kid’s frame and it’s stained and torn. “Jesus…”

Robin’s eyes flicker open, and a second later he jolts upright for all of four seconds before collapsing back to the grass.

“No no no--”

“Robin. Robin! Look at me, sweetheart, c’mon, you’re okay, you’re okay, just--”

He freezes, eyes going from the medical building to Harvey to her. Then he swallows, hard, and whispers, “This is real?”

Harvey shucks off his coat and lays it over him as gently as possible.

“Here you go, kid. Just. Just stay real still, huh? Everything’s fine. You’re fine.”

“You promise--you promise you’re not--”

“Shh.” Dove reaches over, intending to just...ruffle his hair, or something, and he flinches back, eyes squeezed shut like he thinks she’s going to hurt him.

“No no please m’sorry m’sorry--”

“Don’t be sorry, honey.” Jesus… “There’s nothing to be sorry for. You’re okay, you’re gonna be okay, it’s over. We’re not gonna hurt ya, honey, I promise.”

He just lies there, shuddering under Harvey’s coat, and finally opens his eyes to look up at the sky.

“S’over?” he breathes. “I...you promise…” He cuts himself off with a choked sob and spits out, “I can’t go back.”

Jim’s suddenly there, confused and demanding to know, “What’s going on? Who the hell--”

Robin jerks at the suddenness of it all and the next thing Dove knows, he’s jolted up and all but crawled into her lap.

“What the hell--”

“Please--”

“Dammit, Jim, now look what you did--”

“Sh-sh-sh, kiddo, s’just Jim. S’just Jim.” Robin the Second is not pocket-sized. Once upon a time, almost. Enough. But pocket-sized or not, he’s emaciated and feverish and terrified. “S’just Jim.”

“It’s Robin,” Harvey’s explaining, voice cracking and shocked. “Jesus, Jim, it’s fuckin’ Robin, Joker didn’t--he’s still alive--”

Robin cringes at another explosion, scrunching down and burying his head against her neck with a whimper. Dove risks touching the back of his head, and when he doesn’t panic, runs her fingers through his hair. It’s matted and stiff and there’s a lump at the base of his skull.

“Shh, shh,” she murmurs. “It’s okay, you’re okay...we gotcha, we gotcha…”

“Mm--”

“Shh, Robin--”

“Jason,” he whispers, so quiet that she nearly misses it. “S’Jason--h-he would’a come for Robin an’ he left me with him--”

That is a can of worms she’s not getting into.

“Okay. Okay, Jason.”

He’s quiet after that, breathing slow and careful and clearly trying to calm himself down. And he’s almost there, or at least he’s not crying anymore, when Batman is suddenly there.

“Jim--”

Jason flinches and tries to curl into a ball, whispering, “Nonono I can’t do this again I can’t do this again…”

Batman stills and sinks into a crouch. Jason’s trembling in Dove’s arms and when Batman half-reaches towards him he all but knocks her over trying to get away.

“Shh, baby, shh, s’just Batman--”

“Get away!” He pulls free and crab-crawls backwards before collapsing on the grass. “Get away from me--please--”

She’s seen Batman be still before, but not like this. He’s, well, he’s shocked. Jason’s shuddering with dry sobs, and when Batman does finally move again, he squirms back behind Dove.

“Sweetheart, no one’s gonna hurt you--”

“You left me!” He jabs an accusing finger at the Bat. “You left me with him, you replaced me, you left me to die!” He struggles to his knees, wheezing. “Joke’s on you, Batman, I didn’t! So tell them! Tell them what happened, just...just…” He wobbles and winds up curled on his side, shaking. “Where the hell were you?”

Batman just looks at him like he can’t believe he’s here and breathes, “I thought you were dead.”

To be fair, that was...everyone did. Joker had sent that tape around, laughing all the while, and…

“Not the whole time,” Jason spits. “You replaced me in what, a week? If? Come on, Batman, quit hiding behind your pathetic excuses! World’s greatest detective, my ass, if you were, you would. Have. Looked.”

“Robin--”

“I’m not Robin anymore! Robin’s dead!” He pauses, and a sick smile creeps over his face. “Or. I guess not, huh? You got a nice, shiny new one! Where’d you find this one, the Wal-Mart parking lot? Amazon dot fucking com? Inquiring minds wanna know!”

Batman’s still and silent. Twenty feet away, the Joker’s being loaded onto a gurney. He’s normal-sized again, looks like shit (good), and giggling; until he thrashes his head.

And sees what’s going on.

Joker doesn’t laugh all the time. That’s a common misconception. But he laughs enough that when he stops, when that smile drops, that most people would rather be locked in a room with Scarecrow than be anywhere near him.

And he’s not laughing now.

“How did you…”

Jason freezes, smile vanishing. He manages, somehow, to go even paler before curling into a small ball, arms over his head.

“Get that animal out of here,” Batman snarls, and Dove’s never heard him sound like that. She’s not scared of the Bat...but tonight, she could be.

“How did you get out, you sorry little brat?!” The clown jerks against the restraints and they rattle. They’re not gonna give, surely they’re not gonna give, he’s small again--

Batman’s suddenly right up against him, hand at his throat.

“That’s enough.”

Joker looks from Jason to Batman and back again before plastering that godawful grin back on his face.

“You don’t think he wants you back, do you?” His voice is strangled. “Not after everything you’ve done--oog!”

Mercifully-finally-Batman slams his head back hard enough to either knock him out or shut him up. Dove doesn’t care which. He steps back, turns around, and finds Harvey Bullock in his space.

Harvey...Harvey talks a big game. But he’s a big old softie, really, and he had a fondness for Robin the Second*. And a long-standing distrust of Batman. With everything that happened, that distrust had only grown.

“I think you owe the kid some answers,” he says, voice trembling with barely-suppressed rage. “Where were you, exactly? How did you miss this?”

“Get out of my way, Bullock.”

“How long was he missing before you mentioned it? Or kidnapped the current one, huh? If you’d kept that pointy nose of yours out of our cases for once--”

“Bullock--”

“--you might’ve found him!”

Batman is, surprise, surprise, silent. Dove knows this kind of silence; men get like this before they. Before they hurt people.

“Bullock,” he says at last, voice very, very, low, “step aside before I force you aside.”

He’s bloody, holding one arm funny, and breathing far too evenly. Even Jim’s wary now, one hand inching towards his gun. Harvey huffs.

“Screw you,” he says, but he’s not dumb enough to fight Batman, and he steps aside. Batman’s still pissed, still ready for what Dove knows will be a one-sided fight, but he manages a stiff nod before turning that laser-focus back to Jason.

Jason’s still huddled in a ball. The fight’s gone out of him, the insane smile and that...that shine in his eyes. He’s not looking at Batman though, or at Joker. He’s just curled over his knees, arms wound around his ribs and head ducked down. Defensive, ready for a beating.

“Hey-hey, baby,” she murmurs, “no one’s gonna hurt you. Come on now, you’re okay.”

Jason uncurls a little, eyes wide, and before anyone can react he’s lunged at Jim and gotten the pistol out of his holster and aimed it at Batman.

“M’not doing this again,” he says, carefully flat. “M’not falling for it.”

“Robin--”

“Kid--”

“M’not falling for this again!” His eyes are wide and tears are running down his cheeks, but his hands are steady. Too steady. “I remember! I learned my lesson! M’not gonna let you get close enough to beat the crap outta me again!”

“Robin,” Batman breathes, and he’s not scary anymore. He’s just a man. “Robin, I never--”

“Stay back!”

Everybody knows Batman can disarm people in the blink of an eye. Dove’s not so sure he can get that gun from Jason before he pulls the trigger.

Jesus Christ, what did Joker do to him…

“All right,” Batman says softly. “All right. I’ll stay right here, and you can put the gun down--”

“No!” The word echoes off the buildings, a frantic, NONONONONONONONONO! “You think I’m stupid?” He laughs. It’s a flat, angry laugh that reminds Dove uncomfortably of the Joker. “You always did, huh?”

“I never--”

“Shut up!” Now he’s starting to shake a little and she sees Harvey shift, just a bit. Jason doesn’t appear to notice. “Just shut up, stop talking to me!”

“Hey. Kid.” What the fuck, Harvey? “C’mon, look at me.” Harvey steps closer. “C’mon. He’s not gonna get ya, just look at me.”

Dove doesn’t think he will, but she’s proven wrong. He doesn’t say anything, and he doesn’t lower the gun, but he looks at Harvey.

“Good. Good, kid. Now just calm down, okay? No one’s gonna hurt ya, this isn’t…” He takes another step. “This isn’t like that.”

“No, no…”

“Hey. You’re not gonna break my heart an’ tell me I laid a finger on ya, are ya?” Harvey manages, God knows how, to give Jason a real smile. “And you know Dove’s not gonna hurt ya, right? You’re out, kid. You’re okay. So Bats is a bit of a dope--” Batman radiates mild offense. “--but he’s been lookin’ all over the place for you. So come on. Put the gun down.”

People underestimate Harvey sometimes. He’s a disaster, smokes too much and doesn’t clean and yeah, his landlord did try to murder him that one time and Dove could totally see where he was coming from, but...he’s a good guy. Mostly. He’s the kinda cop that she would’ve talked to as a little girl, y’know? He does his best for this hellhole of a city.

Jason’s arms shake and the guns do start lowering. Dove’s just thinking maybe he’ll be okay when he looks back at Batman and whispers, “I can’t.”

“Can’t what, Robin?” Batman’s voice is very, very soft. “Talk to me, son.”

Jason hiccups and spits out, “I killed people! Beat ‘em to death because they looked like you, they looked like you, they were gonna kill me--”

Jesus. Jesus Christ--

Jason’s still blubbering, voice thick and angry and horrified.

“--you’re not gonna want me anymore and I can’t go back to him I can’t I can’t--”

“You’re not going back to him,” Batman insists. “You’re never going back to him, we’re going--”

“No.” Jason swallows and when he speaks again, his voice is steady enough. “No. S’okay, B. There’s no fixin’ me, I know. S’okay.”

He raises the gun again, presses it to his head.

“M’sorry.”

Dove doesn’t see Batman move. One minute he’s over there, and the next minute, Jason’s disappeared under a shadow and the gun’s out of his hand. Jim grabs it and backs away.

Batman stands up, keeping Jason’s arms behind his back. Jason’s slumped forward, breathing hard.

“Listen to me,” he says, the softness of his tone a stark contrast to the firm restraint, “there is nothing you could do that would make me leave you with that monster. I promise.”

“But I--”

“Agent A’s missed you,” he continues. “And Nightwing, and. And Batgirl. I’m sorry, Robin, for failing you. But I never left you, and I certainly never replaced you. We can fix this, at home.” He sighs. “Come home, son.”

Jason bursts into tears, legs buckling under him, and Batman turns him around to hug him.

“Dad--”

“I’ve got you,” Batman murmurs. “I’ve got you. We’re going home right now.”

Dove wonders how-they all saw the destroyed car, Cobblepot had laughed about it-when there’s a noise that can only be described as Hell dropping out of the sky and a…

Oh. Right. Batman not only has a car, he also has a goddamn plane. Because that’s just something that he needs.

The plane lands on the lawn. Batman picks Jason up-looks a little awkward, with the growth spurt the kid’s managed-and turns around.

Nobody tries to stop him. Nobody even says anything until the plane’s in the air, and then Harvey sighs, flicks his toothpick away, and turns to Dove.

“Fuck it,” he says roughly. “You got a cigarette?”

She should say no. He’s been tryin’ to quit, doin’ real good, but…

She needs a smoke too, after that.

“Here.”

THE END

*Canon! (It’s mutual. It’s precious.

#Jason Todd #Bruce Wayne #Batman #Jim Gordon #(but not much)#Harvey Bullock #Dove Marquis #Harvey is a Good Person when he tries #arkham asylum alternate ending #Joker #Joker is a monster clown #Batdad #Bruce loves his kids and that's FINAL #tw: attempted suicide #Jim is useless because he spends the game being kidnapped #the SECOND you're five feet away from him BAM he's a hostage #AGAIN

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wafflingwriter · 3 years

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Heartflame

Wrote this story in 2019 when I was replaying Nightcaster and thinking way more about character Potential than that game really merits.

Anyway figured I should finally like. Release it into the wild instead of letting it gather dust. So here it is!

Ethan was supposed to save Anna. He was the one with the magic, the power! But Will had intervened instead, and been wreathed in light and flame for his efforts.

In spite of his efforts, the monster took her away.

Will died in spite of his efforts.

Ignoring the protests of his heartflame, the mage cast his staff into the dirt and fell to his knees at his friend’s side. Ethan lifted Will’s head into his lap, pulled his damp curls back from his still warm face, wiped the blood and tears from his cheeks. Somebody was crying, harsh fitful sobs, and this angered him. He wished the person would shut up and let him think.

It took Ethan a moment to realise that person was him.

“Heartflame,” he waved the guiding glow away. “Heartflame, c-can we fix this?”

“I’m afraid not, dear one,” the voice was soft, pitying.

Ethan combed his fingers through his friend’s hair, as though they were still twelve years old and the future bright with promised triumphs.

“But I love him,” his voice cracked. “That must mean something?”

“It means everything,” she replied, fluttering softly, “and he knew. I promise you, dear one: in the next world, you will see him again.”

“Nonono,” he shook his head forcefully. “Nono, I’ll see him now.”

“Ethan, Anna-”

He shook her off, snatching up the oak staff.

“She’ll be fine. She always is. She was Chosen too, remember? We’ll save each other until the end. But he wasn’t like us. Will was an ordinary guy who never listened, and got himself killed for his efforts. If he thinks he can get out of this before the Shadowmonger ruins all of our lives, he has another think coming.”

“Ethan, I-”

He tightened his grip on the gnarled, ancient oaken staff, and with his free hand touched the crow’s skull at his throat.

“No.”

“Ethan, you could destroy us both.”

“But I won’t.”

He closed his eyes. All the colour drained from the world, drained into the eye sockets of that tiny skull. The moss in the cobblestones, the blue of the sky, the green-brown of the struggling grass- all dimmed as the shine in the skull’s eyes grew. When the gold started to drain from Will’s hair, and his whole form discolored to dusty grey and flickered with the promise of death, Ethan sagged and leaned on the staff for support. He felt centuries old, but his heartflame nestled herself against his neck, and a little warmth returned, giving him the strength to push through.

We can do this, he told himself as he fell to his knees, and his ears rang with faraway music. So close.

Even as his vision clouded, he tightened his grip on the old oak staff and leaned into it, poured his everything into that. It glowed with warmth, funneling back into his flesh, keeping death at bay. His heartflame supporting him faithfully even in her final flutters of consciousness. He wished he had the strength to thank her.

All at once his senses returned. Dazed as he was it took Ethan a moment to register the woman standing over him, glowing gold, hands folded over his own. The heartflame stirred weakly at his side.

“Anna?” Ethan croaked.

“The very same,” she helped him to his feet, slinging his arm around her shoulders. “Monster’s dead.”

“I’m glad.”

“Will’s not. That was a brave thing you did.”

Will.

He looked at his friend. Will was breathing again. Colour had returned. It would be okay.

Ethan laughed in relief and, to his surprise, realised that he was crying again.

“Oh. Oh, buddy,” Anna hugged him. “You okay?”

“I’m just...I’m so happy, Anna. I thought I lost... thank-you.”

She kissed his cheek. “Any time, Ethan. We’ll save each other until the end, after all. Do you need a moment alone with him?”

“That would be nice.”

The light was already fading as Anna turned, scanning the skyline. “I’ll scout about, find a place to camp. We’ll play some cards. I’ll pretend I don’t notice you cheating.”

He smiled, wiping away tears as Anna vanished from sight. When he turned, Will was propped up on his elbows. The heartflame had resumed her position atop the oaken staff, but fluttered away with a very unangelic curse as Ethan dropped it to fling his arms around his friend.

“Will,” he sobbed, burying his face in the young man’s hair. “I thought we lost you.”

“Ethan?” the Chosen One helped him sit up. “I- what happened?”

“You almost died. You almost died protecting Anna. Idiot,” he wiped away a fresh flow of tears. “Don’t you know that’s my destiny? We protect each other.”

He shrugged. “Maybe I want to protect people too.”

“Of course. Of course you would say that,” Ethan pulled him in close. “You brave, stupid man.”

They remained with their foreheads pressed together, rocking gently side-to-side, until Will brushed away the last of Ethan’s tears and pulled back to look him full in the eyes.

“I love you,” Ethan murmured, stroking Will’s hair.

Will gently took his hand and kissed it.

“I love you too, my stupid stubborn sorcerer.”

#my writing #fantasy #high fantasy #sorcerer #wizard #heartflame

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atsumuwoah · 4 years

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satisfied - s. daichi x reader

title : satisfied words : 1121 notes : hamilton 'satisfied' au where you are angelica and daichi is hamilton. i promise daichi isn't as bad as hamilton. i was listening to the song and i had this idea. also inspired by an iwaoi animatic. based off the song. genre : angsty/au warnings : errr idk maybe none?

my masterlist~

✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. ☆ .:**:.☆*.:｡.✿

I KNOW MY SISTER LIKE I KNOW MY OWN MIND!

YOU WILL NEVER FIND ANYONE AS TRUSTING OR AS KIND

IF I TELL HER THAT I LOVE HIM, SHE'LL BE SILENTLY RESIGNED

HE'D BE MINE!

SHE'D SAY I'M FINE

SHE'D BE LYING!

it's hard to believe that it's been six whole years since our batch graduated. my friends, suga, daichi, asahi and kiyoko, and i were thrilled. we said goodbye to our underclassmen, the volleyball team, and of course, my second-year sister, who was the new manager.

"remember to always chase after your dreams, no matter what it takes," i say to her.

in between that, i had my eighteenth birthday. that year i was allowed to throw a hug party, and a lot of people were invited - the volleyball team, my college friends, even some alumni i had from karasuno.

my guy friends from college were drunkenly flirting with me, and i brushed it off as i greeted the other guests at the party. and as i was greeting everyone, a pair of eyes glinted more prominently than others.

we made eye contact and we looked at each other. the sun was slowly setting, and the light was reflecting on his face.

sawamura daichi.

"hey stranger," he says, walking up to me. in that moment, i forgot everything. it's like i couldn't bring myself to say anything. what was my name again? angelica? no wait, (y/n).

suddenly it was as if a flame had been rekindled in my heart. a burst of heat warmed my chest, and it seemed like it was spreading all throughout my body.

"have you ever had a boyfriend, (y/n)?" he chuckled.

"eh? what do you mean? you dummy," i retorted, that warmth reaching up to my cheeks.

"nonono, not like that, haha, because i haven't either," he laughed, a sort of manly twinkle.

"i don't know if i'll ever really find the girl to settle down with. like, be totally satisfied for life,"

and from there we just caught up, and we had fun. we reconnected, and it surprised me how much we still had in common. it felt as if we never left high school.

was this love? it was true, i'd never had a boyfriend, much more a crush to begin with, but was this fire it? it was like finally meeting my yang, and it felt amazing. we were just casually going back and forth, and sure he was being kinda flirty, i didn't mind.

he flustered up sometimes, but it just added onto his cuteness. i asked him some bolder questions, and it was adorable how he tried to answer them, playing with his fingers. it was like he was flaunting all his good looks and quirks.

in the middle of my fangirling, i turned around to see my sister mindlessly staring.

"hey sis, watchu looking a-"

i looked in the direction she was looking in, and saw what, or should i say who, she was looking at.

the tanned skin, bulging biceps, with a plate of food, and laughing with friends.

sawamura daichi.

"you like him, huh?" i say, setting aside my own feelings.

"wha? i mean, i don't kn-"

"i'll introduce you!" i say, and i skip away. what was this feeling? it's like i want to punch myself.

i try to convince myself that it was okay, and that it was for the better.

"hey daichi!" i chirp, slinking my arm through his.

"where are you bringing me?" he said, chuckling. curse his manly twinkle.

"i'm about to change your life!"

"then by all means lead the way,"

you're the older sibling. the older sister. dad will want you to marry someone good and rich to carry on the (l/n) business. people are already talking bad about the (l/n) law firm, i can't make it worse, i tell myself, plastering a fake smile on my face.

"i'm (l/n) aiko. it's great to meet you!"

"(l/n)?"

"my sister!"

he only likes me because i'm his friend. it's customary for friends to like each other. platonically. i'd have to be dumb to forget that. so might as well introduce aiko to him. fresh plate, it's better than ruining what we already have, i block out any other thoughts and focus on only that one.

"thank you for the offer!"

"if it takes handling your crazy sister for us to meet up then it'll be worth it," he chuckled. could he please stop being cute?

"i'll leave you to it!" how much did i miss being lost in thoughts?

my sister is the closest family i have. i know her better than anyone. she's the nicest, sweetest soul you'll ever meet, and she deserves the best. imagine if i told her i liked daichi? knowing her selfless attitude, she'd probably brush it off, and i would have him! but i know, as much as she'd put on a brave face, she'd really be miserable, i remember my sister, and how much she deserved everything.

i went towards the nearest window, noticing the sun had completely set, uncovering the dazzling stars shining in the dark sky.

i found myself going back to his eyes. they seemed to glow with some sort of different motivation, something more than grit, with hope and life and love. i imagine how it would have been if i found out about this 'crush' back in high school. maybe then i could have him.

but no. she has every chance to be with daichi. she deserves it. i told her to chase after her dreams, after all. she's taking my advice. at least daichi can still stay in my life after.

i awake from my daze, and realize i'm no longer 18, but 23, and i'm toasting the new couple, sawamura daichi and aiko. i'm the maid of honor. i hold the champagne goblet in my fingers.

"to the groom! to the bride!"

echoes made by the guests as i toasted the newlyweds resonated around the hall as i raised my glass.

"from your sister, and best friend," looking at her sister, and then daichi, with a smile so bright that it was blocking out her tears.

"who is always by your side, literally!" knowing her sister since birth, knowing daichi since elementary.

"to your union!"

"and the hope that you provide!" waggling your eyebrows at the two, implying what they both knew, as the guests laughed.

"may you always be satified! a toast to the groom and bride!" you cheer, as clinking of glasses echoed across the walls. you placed your glass down on the table with mixed feelings, and slowly walked out onto the balcony.

i know aiko will be happy. i mean, she's married to her her dream guy! i don't know if he'll ever be satisfied like what he said back then, but i do know one thing. i'll never be satisfied. and i perched myself against the balcony, and i let it all out.

#haikyuu!!#sawamura daichi #daichi x reader #daichi x you #daichi x y/n #haikyuu angst #hamilton #im sorry but the y/n angst had to be done #riri's haikyuu stuff

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jade-island-lives · 5 years

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You already know who my girls are - torrent and Delilah trying to motivate each other to do something really hard and finding themselves motivating each other with something a little taboo and silly.

Okay, so I’m sorry this took so long to get out. I always struggle with timing when writing for other people. In honesty, I need practice so I’m glad I asked.

Also. I struggle with doing silly things. I’m just not a funny person and I need practice with it too.

In short, this might not be the story you were looking for and I’m sorry. But I really did try. I’m just struggling with emotions these days, and I’m ashamed to say I don’t really feel goofy or happy like I used to.

But here’s the story anyway.

“Delilah please, it’s 3 AM…”

The wailing of a tiny baby pierced the night air as Torrent stumbled out of bed, her frizzy brown hair cascading over her tired peridot eyes. Her feet drug the few footsteps it took to reach the small lavender bassinet.

The moon shone clear and bright over the glossy palm trees ripe with green coconuts full of sweet water. Its silver light shimmered through the white curtains billowing in the soft summer wind. For a moment, Torrent relaxed as the air met her arms and shoulders.

She slowly picked up a bundle in a lavender onesie that was screaming its tiny little lungs out. Torrent shushed the tiny infant, soothing the few strands of ginger atop Delilah’s tiny head.

“You had your bottle, you’re all clean…” Torrent muttered tiredly, rubbing her back in tiny circles, “Delilah, you’re okay. It’s time to go to bed.”

Delilah screamed even louder, her face turning all red as she buried her head in Torrent’s shoulder, clutching the white fabric of her tank top.

“Delilah…” Torrent sighed with exhaustion as she tried her best to sooth the screaming infant, “You need to sleep…or your mom is gonna kill me.”

At the mention of her mom, Delilah let out the loudest wail Torrent had ever heard from a baby, or any person for that matter.

Torrent flinched, holding the child in front of her with a stern look, “Hey. Stop that.”

Delilah hiccuped before looking up into Torrent’s eyes with surprise.

“Look, I know you wanna see your mom and dad, but they’ll be back soon. Crying is not gonna make them show up. I know you miss them, but they’ll be back.”

At once, Delilah outstretched her hands.

“What?”

Delilah’s tiny hands grabbed Torrent’s cheeks, looking up into the mer’s eyes with wonder.

Torrent’s eyes widened in surprise at the sudden touch. For a moment, she almost pulled away before Delilah began to giggle.

Suddenly. Everything clicked.

“You’re not going to sleep anytime soon are you, are you?”

Delilah giggled, squishing Torrent’s cheeks with joy.

Torrent narrowed her eyes, “Unbelievable…well this has been fun, but PLEASE go to sleep…”

With that, Torrent began to place Delilah back into the bassinet. Only for her to squeal and cry.

Torrent lifted Delilah up and narrowed her eyes with a sigh, “What will get you to sleep? Please…I have work in the morning…is it the shadows? I keep telling you that I won’t let them get you-”

Delilah placed her hands-on Torrent’s cheeks, cooing softly.

Torrent grumbled, “Fine…you’re so spoiled, you know that?”

Delilah let out a giggle as Torrent carried her to Torrent’s bed, where she laid herself down and propped herself up with a few pillows, bringing Delilah to her chest.

A bright blue flame erupted from the center of Torrent’s chest, soft and gentle like a candle flame. It glowed in Delilah’s wide enraptured eyes before she buried her head against Torrent’s chest, gripping the blanket surrounding her as she fell asleep.

Torrent let out a sigh of relief, “I swear, you are allergic to sleep…I don’t understand it.”

Delilah curled deeply into Torrent’s chest, breathing softly as Torrent rubbed circles on her back.

“Are you afraid of the dark? Is that it? Or…”

Delilah’s tiny hands began to clutch Torrent’s tanktop tightly, not wanting to let go.

Torrent sighed and rested her head on her pillow and felt herself begin to drift.

“Whatever it was, I’m not doing this when you get older…not that I want you to get older that is.”

BONUS SCENE

Sun began to set over the titanium sky, staining the line between the sky and the sea. The wind was slow and humid, smelling of oncoming rain.

Torrent sat at her kitchen table, mug of black tea curled around her fingers as she watched the sea ripple and swing onto the crystal white beach.

A humongous yawn hit her, the kind that makes your eyes water and a wave of tiredness hits you instantly.

Seven days.

Seven days had passed since Torrent had slept.

Torrent not sleeping was nothing new. She had always struggled with sleeping throughout her entire life, she had grown accustomed to it.

Yet as the light from the sky faded and the claw scratch of silver became visible, Torrent was planning to pull out a book, perhaps Julius Star’s novel on ship building. It was boring, mindless, but better than sleeping in Torrent’s mind.

Her eyes sunk for a moment, only for a flash of silver and red to blind her. Screams echoed in her ears, pounding and paralyzing.

Her heart leaped into her throat, her mug crashing to the ground and shattering. The deep purple scars dug into the right side of her face began to pulse with a dull ache, sweat poured from her forehead as Torrent buried her head in her arms on the table.

She would never sleep again. Ever. There was no way in all of the seven seas that she would ever fall asleep again. Even if it killed her, which she knew it would, at least she wouldn’t be forced to relive the worst night of her life.

“Torrent?”

Torrent winced as she turned to the entrance to her kitchen to see Delilah, her eyes wide with worry as she was clutching a paper bag that reeked of herbs.

Those eyes.

Those storm grey eyes that once belonged to an old friend.

“What are you doing here?” Torrent muttered, glancing at the shards of ceramic and cooling tea on her white tile floor.

“Alana wanted me to bring you some tea…I’m sorry.”

Torrent’s shoulders fell, “No, you’re okay. I just wasn’t expecting company…”

Delilah’s eyes softened, “Torrent, you look…” she bit her lip for a minute before mustering her courage, “Awful.”

“I’m okay Delilah…” Torrent reasoned as she bent to clean up her mess, only for a wave of dizziness to sweep over her, causing her eyes to roll into back of her head as she collapsed to her knees.

Delilah dropped the herbs and rushed to Torrent’s side, grabbing the older mer before she could her head.

“Torrent?”

Torrent’s eyes were glazed over as the sounds of screams filled her head again.

“I…I…”

Delilah turned the mer to glance into her eyes. For a moment Torrent could see jet black hair and handsome teal ears and scales glancing back at her with worry.

“How long has it been since you’ve slept?” Delilah breathed.

Torrent blinked and let out a soft groan, “Seven…”

“Seven hours?”

“Days…”

“Days?” Delilah’s jaw dropped, “Are you insane? This WILL kill you!”

“It’s fine…” Torrent mumbled, “It’s all fine Kil…Delilah.”

Delilah blinked as she stood up, dragging the mer to her feet, “You are going to bed. Now.”

“No….no I’m not going to bed. You can’t make me.”

Delilah sighed, “Torrent please…don’t fight me.”

“I’m fine D…” a large yawn swept through Torrent, “I don’t want to sleep.”

“Why?”

The smell of copper filled Torrent’s nose, making her stomach turn violently.

“I…I just don’t want to.”

Delilah seemed to move Torrent with little difficulty. From the kitchen to Torrent’s bed. She sat the drowsy mer at the foot of the grey bed and peeled back the covers.

“T-Torrent, if you don’t sleep, you will die…”

“I’ll be fine D…honest.”

“Lay down.”

Torrent tried to resist, but the sheets felt so soft and warm. And feeling her body relax at its soft touch caused her breath to increase at the screams of pain in her ears filled the room. Delilah recoiled for a moment as Torrent began to lose her breath in a panic.

“No…nonono…”

Delilah’s eyes softened with pity as she brought the sheet up to Torrent’s neck, “You can’t let bad dreams keep you from sleeping.”

“P-Please…I don’t want to Delilah…” Torrent begged, “I don’t want to sleep…don’t make me sleep, I’m begging you…”

Torrent stiffened as the child took her hand and smiled, “It’s going to be okay. I promise you. You’re going to wake up and we’re all going to be here, you’re safe.”

“I’m not…I can’t…go back…-“

Delilah’s chest flickered with a bright lavender flame, soft and gentle like a candle flame. She muttered something under her breath.

Torrent tried to fight it, but a new wave of sleep hit her. Darkness swept over her.

When the bright sunshine and the sight of yellow flowers came to her sight, all she had to look for was a maiden with curly black hair with stars upon her face.

Picking the flowers and humming a soft tune.

Delilah withdrew her hand, but she stayed in the kitchen, helping herself to some tea and some of the chocolate chip cookies Torrent kept. Perhaps Merlin would come over and play a song, or Pepper would barge in demanding some of those cookies as she always did.

\But as Delilah watched the claw scratch moon, she could hear Torrent mumble something in her sleep.

“Jus…like ol’…times…”

Is this cannon? Probably not. I don’t know if this is any good so I’m sorry. But at least you guys get a story. That’s rare these days.

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gwenbrightly · 5 years

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Never A Perfect Moment pt1

I just realized I never posted anything for my current wip, so here yall go. Pt one of a Kailor fic taking place directly after Hunted.

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They had won. Yes, the journey home had been frustrating and time consuming, and Kai had wanted to throttle Jay for most of it (his extremely loose grip on sanity had been more than a little concerning). And yes, it had taken a long and strenuous battle that could easily have ended very differently. But it was best not to dwell on those things, he supposed. Years of similarly traumatizing events had taught him that. Good old Ninjago City was finally safe again… and it was wonderful to be home. Even if home was currently in ruins. The events of the past few weeks had left an obvious mark on the city. Rubble lined the streets. The remains of the colossus that had once ruled the city with its destructive fist could be seen not too far away as well. But... They were together again, and that was more than enough for him just now. Kai gave his adoptive family a relieved smile.

"Just another day in Ninjago… I wonder what tomorrow will hold…" He declared, following the others off of the steps they had been standing on. Lloyd's... Father... or at least, some incredibly twisted version of him, had been arrested, pushed into a police vehicle, shouting something unintelligible as he went. The rest of the SOG had also been rounded up; there was no more fighting to be had. Safety might be a relative term for now, but it appeared as though they'd achieved it in the end. Which was good, because none of them seemed to be in any condition to keep fighting. Noticing the bizarre angle at which his sister's arm hung – something he should've caught sooner… he was her brother after all (oh, he felt guilty now for not paying better attention, no matter how tense things had been)- Kai added,

"After we all make a run to the hospital. Or… what's left of it anyway… Your arm looks pretty messed up, sis." Nya sighed, wincing slightly. Her relief at having her family back had distracted her from the pain until now. If the swelling she could feel was anything to go off of, her shoulder had definitely been dislocated during her showdown with Ultra Violet earlier that day. She could barely move it at all. That… was going to be fun to fix.

"You're right… But I'm not the only one... Lloyd's pretty banged up, and... Skylor wasn't looking too great either. You saw how all that dark energy was affecting her…"

"Oh, gosh, Skylor… We left her all alone in that armored car of yours, which was completely epic, by the way… I hate to split up again so soon, but…" Kai began, worriedly. Nya shot him a knowing look.

"Someone needs to check on her. Go on, grab her while we figure out transportation to the hospital. This arm is killing me."

"A-are you sure?" She lightly punched his shoulder with her good hand.

"Course I am."

"Yeah. We'll be fine here for a few minutes." Cole assured him with a shooing gesture. Lloyd gave him a weak smile. Kai's concern for the redhead won out; he wandered the short distance to where they'd parked the vehicle. Arriving just outside the door, he climbed inside. His blood ran cold at the sight that greeted him. Instead of having recovered now that Garmadon's powers could no longer affect her, Skylor seemed worse off than before. Her skin had turned a dreadfully pale shade of greyish white. The master of amber's eyes, which were normally so gorgeous and full of life, had turned dull and glassy. And the smell... She had clearly vomited at some point. Skylor groaned miserably as he approached her. How had things gone downhill so quickly? They never should have left her alone... He knelt next to her, careful to avoid the puddle of puke on the floor nearby.

"Kai? Izzat you…?"

"Yeah… you… This… You're burning up…" Kai stated, feeling the unnatural waves of heat that were radiating off of off of her without even touching her skin. The master of amber didn't seem to hear him. Every breath she took came in short, shaky gasps.

"M'not feeling…. Fink imma…" She slumped forward, slipping into unconsciousness. Kai rushed to catch her before her head could slam into the floor.

"Oh nonono Sky..." Something was seriously wrong with her - She needed help, and soon. If he lost her... No. If he started thinking like that, there was no way he'd be able to keep it together long enough to get her to the hospital... Taking a deep breath, he gently scooped her up, doing his best to ignore how limp she felt in his arms. She'd be fine if he could just get her some proper medical attention... Right? The master of fire clambered out of the vehicle as quickly as he could, not wanting to waste any time. Getting back to the others seemed to take an eternity. Skylor's dead weight grew increasingly unbearable the further he trudged. He could sense the steady rising of her fever as well. Not a good sign at all. It hadn't felt so far before… why was this taking so long now?

"Kai! What on earth?!" Lloyd exclaimed just as he felt as though his arms were about to give out on him. The master of fire came to a halt, panicking inwardly.

"There's something wrong with Skylor!" Zane observed, the first to rush over and offer his brother in arms assistance.

"S-she passed out pretty much as soon as I got there… and her temp's gotta be at least 105... I-I think Garmadon's powers must have… poisoned her or something…" Kai gasped out, breathless. It didn't take much for the others to see that he was right. Her appearance was dreadful. The way her head lulled to one side and beads of sweat trickled down her face, not to mention her pasty complexion, were all signs that she was suffering from something major.

"That seems likely. We don't have any idea how wielding Oni powers would affect an elemental master. Especially one with Skylor's abilities." The nindroid agreed with concern as he examined the redhead more closely.

"Then we need to get her onto one of these dregons and head to the hospital asap." Lloyd stated, taking the lead, for which Kai was grateful. The others immediately jumped into action, helping to hoist Skylor up onto the fire dragon that Kai had befriended. Although she could not actively help due to her injury, Nya yelled kind words of encouragement to them as they worked, striving to relieve the tension that was written all over Kai's posture. It took no more than a few minutes to ensure that Skylor would not fall midflight. Then, Nya clambered onto Jay's dragon, and Pixal onto Zane's. The dragons took off gracefully, racing towards their destination at a speed that would have been impossible for a group of mere humans to accomplish. Under different circumstances, riding a dragon for the first time in years would have been exhilarating for Nya, but right now, all she could think about was the look on her brother's face when he'd returned with Skylor's limp form. She knew how much he cared for her, even if he'd never admitted it out loud. They'd gone through so much together and it pained her to see him so upset. This wasn't fair; why couldn't they just be happy and safe for once? Below, the city flew by, smoke rising from the rubble of what had once been buildings.

"You okay back there?" The master of water heard her boyfriend call back to her, "The flight isn't jostling your arm too much, is it?"

"It's not… too bad… I've been through worse, trust me. We've just had so much happen today, and… it's a lot to take in..." Nya replied truthfully. She could handle the pain a bit longer; there was simply a lot on her mind. A park flew by - they were reaching the part of the city that had remained relatively untouched by Garmadon's forces. That was a promising sign for the potential state of their destination.

"I feel you there. But it feels awesome to be home again. I really missed you, you know?"

"Mm… I missed you too, Jay. Especially when I thought you were dead, a-and I-" She began, voice thick with emotion, Jay stiffened.

"You... You thought we were dead?!" He breathed. Though he didn't turn around, she could hear the guilt in his voice.

"Ye-s… It's… There's a lot to tell you after we've… made sure everyone's okay… I…"

"We have a lot to tell you, too." Admitted the master of lightning.

"Like how on earth you guys managed to keep Wu alive til adulthood?" Nya prompted curiously. He laughed softly.

"Oh, sweetie, you should've seen his sassy kid self running around pretending to be Cole's son…"

"Wait-What?" She cried, attempting to make sense of this latest piece of information.

"Tell you about it later, I promise. The hospital's just up ahead, and you need treatment." Jay reminded her as the dragon began to fly lower.

"Mmm... Wish I could just stay with you…" Nya mumbled tiredly, leaning against him.

"I know… and as much as I'd love that, you're clearly in pain, and Kai's gonna need you to be doing okay. He's pretty shaken up over both you and Skylor." He told her. They were close to landing now. The hospital was less than a block away.

"He really cares about her. Always has… I-I just hope…"

"Hey, she's a tough girl - just like you. I'm sure she'll pull through. We gotta stay positive."

"Stay… Positive… Yeah, good plan… Ow… " Nya hissed, grimacing slightly as she felt the jolt of the dragon they had been riding make contact with the ground.

"Oh. Sorry!" Jay told her apologetically, "You want some help getting down?" She considered his offer for a moment before gratefully accepting. The master of water had missed his reassuring presence to an almost painful extent the past few weeks.

"Please? That'd be great…" She said appreciatively, glancing over at Kai, who was already scrambling frantically from his perch. Lloyd and Cole quickly joined him, helping to lower the still unconscious Skylor to the ground. Using her good hand, Nya grabbed ahold of Jay and allowed him to guide her down off of the lightning dragon. Chaos exploded as Pixal and Zane pulled open the doors to the emergency room. The rest of the group burst inside, startling the patients and hospital employees milling about inside. Several nurses rushed forwards immediately to strap Skylor onto a mobile stretcher they happened to have on hand within seconds (clearly the hospital was making a point of being extra prepared as a result of the battle that had been ranging up until recently). Nya watched her brother begin to shake as they rolled her away. They hadn't permitted him to follow. He pleaded with them fiercely, desperate to stay by her side, but it was no use. His presence wouldn't do anything to help, ultimately, they said, leave it to the professionals. And since they weren't legally obligated to allow him to be present during treatment, as neither he, nor the others, were technically related to her, there was little that could be done except waiting and hoping for the best. She watched as Lloyd gave him a fierce hug and guided him to the nearest couch, offering kind words of comfort, and speaking of how relieved he was to have his big brother back in one piece. Hearing yet another nurse gently ask her to follow her to another room for treatment, Nya glanced regretfully at the scene playing out before her. She didn't want to leave Kai (or Jay, for that matter), but she had no choice. The pain in her arm was becoming unbearable and the water ninja knew the only way to remedy this was to allow herself to entrust her brother to the rest of their family and hope they'd be able to keep him from breaking until she could return.

"I'll be back soon." She promised, doing her best to give him a reassuring look. It was less comforting than it should have been.

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One hour and a brand-new sling later, Nya found herself back in the waiting room. Before the doctor had released her, she'd chocked down several pills, which had helped reduce the pain she was in dramatically. Maybe now she'd be able to focus more on catching up with her family… and… Keeping Kai sane…

"Hey guys. I'm back…" She said softly, seating herself next to her brother. His face was buried in his hands; he didn't look up.

"How's your arm?" Lloyd asked. The doctors must have gotten to him as well. He was sporting several bandages that definitely hadn't been there before.

"Better than before. Doctor says I won't be able to use it for a few weeks, but… could be worse." She announced. The others exchanged looks.

"That's…" Started Cole.

"That's good… I mean… it's not amazing, obviously, but. Still. Good." Jay finished, rambling.

"We could certainly use some positive news…" Agreed Zane somberly. Glancing from her unresponsive brother, to her boyfriend, to the rest of her family, the master of water faltered.

"Something happened while they were fixing my arm… Didn't it?"

Kai spoke for the first time, lifting his face just enough that she could see how puffy and red his eyes were.

"They had to put Skylor on oxygen…. She had a-a seizure a-and stopped breathing…. And t-hey…" He whispered, voice cracking.

"Oh, Kai…" Nya murmured, throwing her arm around his shoulders. A wet sob escaped from the master of fire as he leaned into the hug.

"Nya? W-what if she never wakes up? S-she could die…. I-I can't…What I-if I never… get to… t-tell her that I-I…"

"You love her?" She stated. He sobbed again, louder this time.

"H-how-"

"Because we know you, Kai." Zane answered gently.

"It's so obvious to anyone who knows you how strongly you feel. She's gotta know deep down." Jay commented.

"A-and FSM! I-I'm so sorry! Bec-cause you're my sister, and… and I-I've barely said one word to you since I got b-back… And L-Loyd, too… I-I'm a horrible big brother for ignoring y-you…" Kai cried, shaking. Nya and Lloyd both shook their heads vehemently.

"No, Kai. You're not a horrible brother. You could never be horrible." The blonde insisted immediately.

"B-but I…" Kai trailed off miserably.

"It's okay, I promise. We understand. We do. But sitting here worrying isn't gonna fix things... You know that... Now c'mon. Let's go find some dinner. The food in the cafeteria is pretty decent. If I remember correctly from the last time we were stuck here, they even have a little fast food restaurant inside. You look like you haven't eaten in days..." Offered Nya after a few minutes, giving him one of her signature looks. He needed a distraction. Desperately.

"But-" He started to protest.

"She's right. You can't sit around waiting for hours on end with nothing to do… you'll drive yourself crazy." Cole reminded him, pulling the master of fire to his feet.

"Yeah, and then maybe after we eat, we can go look at those cool murals they have in the children's wing! You loved them last time we were here..." Jay agreed, trying to sound upbeat. Kai allowed them to drag him along back out the doors to the emergency room and into an elevator. He watched the glowing sign above the door signal the changes as they switched floors, wishing he were somewhere else entirely. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate his family's efforts – he loved them dearly and they were only trying to help. He just... Dreaded what might happen the next time a doctor gave them an update. The group exited the elevator a few minutes later and headed down a maze of hallways before entering the surprisingly large and airy dining hall. The scent of sanitizer that had permeated the air and the blindingly white walls hadn't done much for his appetite. He should have just stayed behind while the others got something to eat... There was little chance that food would improve his current outlook. Nevertheless, his sister shoved him towards the large menu sign of the rather generic restaurant and instructed him to pick something. Kai stared blankly at it, nothing sounding the least bit palatable. When he didn't say anything after a few minutes, Nya sighed softly and gave his hand a squeeze.

"You know what? I'll take care of this. Think you can handle finding us a place to sit?" He nodded numbly and trudged towards the assorted tables and booths that covered the other side of the room. The master of fire was unfortunately familiar with the layout, thanks to several previous visits. Though, he couldn't remember ever feeling quite this drained or on edge.. The events of the past few days weighed heavily on him, and he was having trouble processing it all. Lloyd's leg had been an easy fix after the first battle with his father. Even the intense case of appendicitis that Nya had been subjected to a few years back had been reasonably straightforward. This? This was far less predictable. There was no way of knowing how things would work out in the end. And that thought scared him. Selecting an isolated booth towards the back of the room, Kai sat in silence, waiting for the others to join him. It was the first moment he'd had alone in a long time. He wasn't sure that was a good thing. Part of him wished he'd thought to have Jay charge his phone earlier (it had remained in his pocket, slightly battered, but still functional, since they'd first ended up in the First Ream – cell service was completely non-existent there), since having that luxury would serve as a distraction from his growing concern for Skylor. Alas, he had not. And if he really thought about it, he dreaded having to weed through the countless social media notifications he undoubtedly had (being so well known definitely had its downsides) anyway. That was going to be a serious chore. One he wasn't sure he was mentally prepared for. And then… His parents…. Kai really should call them. They'd worked so hard to make up for their absence in the past year (though it felt like a lifetime ago, honestly). And he was eternally grateful that they had had the chance to reconnect after so long. Not everyone was blessed with an opportunity like that, and Kai hated that Lloyd had lost another family member just as he and his sister finally found theirs. It wasn't fair. But then again, what did any of them know about fairness? Half the time, life seemed to be a cruel trick of fate. Like… Having his baby brother's father resurrected in an almost demonic form. He… really needed to check up on the kid. Skylor wasn't the only one who had been damaged, here, and it was his responsibility as the big brother in this family to make sure Lloyd was on the road to emotional recovery. Even if both he and Nya had assured him that they understood if he was a bit distracted by the master of amber's hospitalization.

"Kai?" Someone called, snapping him from his reverie. Nya scooted across the booth's cushioned bench, coming to a stop next to him.

"Kai – you wanna burger?" Jay and Cole set down several trays stacked high with food. Clearly no one had been able to resist the call of cheap fast food.

"We got curly fries, too!" The master of lightning supplied enthusiastically as the rest of group piled haphazardly into the booth. Kai took a deep breath. The smell made his stomach growl, reminding the him just how long it had been since he'd eaten something other than the weird plants that grew in the First Realm.

"Yeah? That sounds… I...I'm. Starving... Thanks." He relaxed slightly as food was distributed among them (with Cole threatening to dump ketchup in Jay's hair for hogging the fries), the mood significantly lighter than it had been in the waiting room. If he tried hard enough, he could almost forget why they were there. But the sling Nya wore was enough of a reminder that this ultimately proved to be unsuccessful.

"Is now a good time to swap stories? Cause I have questions." Lloyd stated tentatively, after taking a few bites of his burger, staring at Kai as if to make sure he wasn't going to go catatonic on them.

"Yes. We do have an awful lot to tell you, and I'm sure you've got plenty to share as well." Zane agreed.

"Oh, do we!" The master of water exclaimed, slamming down her cup of root beer. Pixal smiled ruefully from across the table.

"That's… Not an understatement."

"A-nd I was thinking. Maybe after that, we could call our parents?" Kai suggested, before chaos could break out. His sister leaned against him contentedly.

"That sounds like an excellent idea, Kai."

#myfics #ninjago fanfiction #ninjago #Kai #Skylor #Kailor #s9 aftermath #absorbing oni power is a bad idea #would not recommend #also Idk how to write hospitals ignore inaccuracies #pt2 coming eventually

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Request - Connor Kenway x Reader

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Fandom: Assassin’s Creed III

Pairing: Connor Kenway x Reader

Words: 2624

Warnings: Probably OOC, mentions of blood

Notes: I was planning on finishing it last night... oh well

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Their skins felt aflame, the warm, setting sun still casting heat over them. They could feel sweat gluing their clothes to their bodies and sliding down their foreheads.

Connor watched intently the droplet travel down her scrunched forehead, pass next to her beautiful eyes and caress her cheek, before disappearing into her neck. Another droplet copied the same motions, gliding down his tanned skin towards his neck. Connor's attention returned to her face of concentration staring down at the target in the distance. Her fingers released the string of the bow and the arrow flew quickly, carving itself into the center of the target. Her face relaxed into an accomplished smile.

"Nice shot." Connor complimented. She turned to him.

"Thanks. Didn't see you there." Connor felt his heart speed up and a warm feeling spread through his chest at the gentle smile she threw his way. "You need help with that?"

Connor looked down at his arms and remembered the task at hand. Taking the cue, Achilles popped up from inside the mansion.

"Connor!" The young assassins heard him call. "How long does it take to get some wood?!"

"I'm on my way!"

Connor ran back to the mansion, but not before throwing a small smile at the young woman.

She watched him jog back inside the mansion, carrying the wood, and remembered the first time they had met a few years back. She had left the mansion for a few days to deliver a letter to a friend of Achilles, as part of her training. When she returned, she found a boy around her age, at the end of the day, carrying some wood for the fireplace back into the mansion.

Since then, years had gone by. The boy had grown into a handsome, strong man, yet just as eager to defeat the Templars. The two trained and became Assassins together, and had been a power duo for the past few years, always together on assassinations, helping each other out. They had saved the other in many occasions, and their friendship flourished over time, to the point where the young woman had started feeling something more. But she knew he had other matters at hand. She didn't want to be a burden to his personal quest, nor did she want to ruin their friendship, so she kept her feelings to herself.

"(F/N)!" She was pulled from her mind by Connor, who called her from the mansion "Would you mind helping with dinner?"

"I'll be there soon!"

Once he disappeared inside once more, she sighed and followed him, wondering if she would ever get a shot with her friend.

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"Achilles, she can't go on such a mission by herself!"

"Hmmmm..."

" I believe it isn't your call to make, Connor!"

"Guys..."

"Then I'll go with her!"

"HEY!" The woman yell broke off the two men's discussion.

"It's my choice whether I go or not." She stated, taking the letter from Achilles. It had arrived earlier that day, speaking of a man helping the Templars in a town not very far.

"(F/n), you've never been alone on a mission." Connor tried to reason "You're not used to it."

"And that is exactly why I should go alone. " She glared at him defiantly, arms crossed over her chest, before softening her posture. "Connor, I appreciate the worry, but I can handle myself. And this is better for both of us. We both need to learn to act alone, with no one else to worry about but us. We've been always working together all these years, but we should learn to survive on our own. It's only a simple assassination, I'll be back in a few days. Also, it's close."

"She is correct." Achilles agreed "You two must learn to fight by yourselves and stop relying on each other so much. It's a way for the two of you to learn and grow."

Connor still wasn't convinced to let her go on her own, but as his brown eyes swapped between his friend and his mentor, he knew his opinion wouldn't matter.

And it didn't. Even before the sun was up, Connor woke up to find (F/n) right in front of the porch, horse saddled and ready to leave.

"You're leaving early." The woman jumped slightly, pulling out her Hidden Blades out of instinct. She quickly noticed it was Connor, so she retracted the blades.

"The faster I leave, the faster I come back." She replied with a shrug of her shoulders and a tiny smile. Secretly she wondered how a man so big could be so stealthy.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" Connor approached her, climbing down the stairs of the porch. She just rolled her eyes at him.

"Connor, I'll be fine. Sure, I'd love to have you there, but I always wanted to try a mission on my own. I'll be careful, I promise!"

Connor gave her a tight hug, much to her surprise. She hugged him back, blushing at how hard, solid his body felt under his robes.

"Don't be reckless. I'll hold on to that promise." He said before breaking the hug. She pulled up the hood of her Assassin robes and mounted the horse.

"Tell Achilles I should return in one week. Much more than that might be a bad sign."

"Do you really need that much time?"

"Hey, you told me to not be reckless! I like studying my targets, and I still need to track him down."

Connor raised his hands up in defense, a tiny grin on his lips. After they shared a chuckle, she motioned her horse to go, the two assassins exchanging goodbyes right before her horse started sprinting out of the Homestead.

The male assassin watched his friend run of into the distance, the sky slowly brightening above the earth. Connor tried to push back his worries and find something for him to do around the Homestead.

One day passed, two days, three days, and Connor was growing restless. Achilles reminded him constantly that the female assassin could handle herself and that there were still many days left until he actually had a reason to worry, but his words didn't help the young man by much. He took out his frustration in hunting and by helping the Homestead inhabitants.

The third night after she left, Connor decided he had enough and tried to followed her. He took one of the horses from the stables, saddled it up and was about to leave when Achilles got out of the house.

"I sure hope you're not trying to follow (F/n)." The older men accused.

"She might need help. It's always good to have reinforcements in case things go wrong." Connor said, not sparing Achilles a glance.

"The only thing you'll do is make her mad at you." Connor finally looked at him, confused. Achilles continued with an impatient sigh. "How would you feel if, after telling her not to go with you on a solo mission, she showed up anyway? A mission that she could compromise by accident because she wasn't as informed as you?"

"It would be stupid... And dangerous!"

"You would be angry at her for putting herself in unnecessary danger, wouldn't you, Connor?"

Connor looked away ashamed, realizing that it wasn't such a good idea.

"I'm just worried with her..." He admitted. Achilles chuckled.

"My boy, that woman gave you a serious beating the other day when you were sparing, I'm sure she will be fine without your help. Now get the horse back in the stable and go to sleep, I'd like you to run some errands tomorrow."

Connor obeyed, defeated by the arguments of the old man.

Achilles was about to get inside the house, but he remembered one more thing.

"Connor!" Said man stopped and looked back at Achilles. "If you really care for the girl, I'd hurry and confess your feelings to her. You never know how much time you still have."

"What nonsense are you talking about, Achilles?!" Connor cheeks flushed red, although it wasn't all that visible in the dark of the night.

"You love her! I'm old, not stupid." And with that Achilles went back inside, leaving an embarrassed Connor behind.

His secret wasn't as secret as he thought.

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Connor was chopping down some wood when the sprinting sound of horseshoes reached his ears. He had constantly been looking at the entrance of the Homestead whenever possible, waiting for his friend's return.

He looked towards the sound, and soon enough he saw her horse running towards the mansion... Without a rider. His chest hurt and his throat seemed to close. The horse stopped in front of him, whining frantically. He took the reins and tried to calm down the animal. A pair of arms was wrapped around the horse's neck, hand weakly tied at the reins. The female assassin was slumped against the horse's neck, blood running down the side of the horse.

"No, nonono..."

He pulled her face up. Her skin was pale and her eyes were closed, but she was still breathing, weakly. He prayed whatever deity in existence for her. He hurried to the doctor's house, screaming for him. Soon the inhabitants of the Homestead where helping take her off the horse and drag her into the doctor's house. Connor found himself locked outside while the doctor worked on her, doing his best to save her. He paced in front of the house, ignoring the reassuring words said to him, some more convincing than others, but none could loosen the tight rope that squeezed his heart.

By the time Achilles arrived, after receiving the news, Connor was carving a large stick into an arrow, probably wondering whose heart he would have to stick it in.

"Blind revenge will get you nowhere, Connor." The old man said, sitting in a crate beside him.

"Someone hurt her... I should have been there to help. She shouldn't have been alone."

"Connor, when you and (F/n) became assassins, you knew this could be how your life ends. Not many assassins have the pleasure of a calm, natural death." The knife Connor was using to carve the stick gained more strength.

"You speak as if she doesn't walk among us anymore, Achilles." Connor accused, angry.

"I'm just preparing myself for the possibility, as should you." Achilles' voice was quiet, almost broken.

Connor thought of the possibility. They wouldn't train or work together anymore, he'd be alone in his journey, and the idea almost ripped a whimper from him. He wouldn't see her smile, her eyes, her beauty, her majestic movements when she fought. He wouldn't hear her laughs, her taunts, her jokes, her kind and reassuring words, her voice, her angry cursing that never failed to amuse him (and occasionally shock him). He wouldn't hug her or spend another one of those nights with her where, when the sky was free of clouds, they would lay on a roof and talk about whatever and watch the stars.

Worst of all, he wouldn't tell her how he felt. So what if they were friends?! He didn't care anymore if their friendship would fall, he just wanted a chance to tell her he loved her. Achilles' word from a few nights prior ran in his head.

"You never know how much time you still have."

Achilles remained calm, relaxed, in clear contrast to Connor's tense figure next to him. Minutes turned hours and the two remained in the same spot, waiting.

"You know, if the doctor didn't say anything yet, there might be hope." Achilles pointed out, breaking the silence that had reigned over them for the last hour. Only after seeing the wisdom in his mentor's words did Connor's shoulder slump, relaxed.

Another hour passed, and finally the doctor came out with news.

"I did whatever I could. She's okay for now, I treated her wounds, but whether she lives or not is up to her. Only time will tell."

Connor spent the night beside her, eyes watching her like an hawk.

One day passed, two days passed and nothing. The woman was still unconscious, but she didn't die, so it was good. Over time Connor started relaxing, and on the third day he finally left her side and decided to help around the Homestead some more.

It was only after almost a week that she finally woke up, while Connor went out hunting. As soon as he was told that she was awake, after his return, he dropped everything and ran to the doctor's house, almost throwing the door of its hinges with the speed he opened it.

And there she was, sitting on the bed drinking something out of a bowl with some help of the doctor. Her hair looked like a rat's nest, her skin was still pale, bags under her half lidded, red eyes, but they were open. He never felt so happy to see her eyes open.

"(F/n)! You're awake!" She didn't respond, just gave him a deadpanned look, still too weak for any reaction. "How are you feeling?"

She weakly signed him with her hand to wait as she finished drinking whatever the doctor was giving her. Once she finished she coughed a little before replying, voice hoarse and weak. The doctor left, nodding at Connor.

"My head hurts, my eyes hurt, my throat hurts, my chest hurts, my side hurts and my leg is also enjoying the party, but I didn't think I could even arrive here, so I'm fine." The rope that had constantly been tied around his heart in the past week vanished at the sound of her voice.

"What happened?" He sat next to her, and held her hand.

"Mission went well, but as I was leaving town I was recognized. Escaped by horse but got shot." Her eyes moved to her side. "I was praying my horse would lead me home. Glad he did... Think that's my luck horse now..."

Connor chuckled, she smiled, and to him it seemed like she lighted up the whole room. Before he could stop them, the word were out.

"I love you."

Her smile faded into shock and his heart dropped to his feet. That was it, he thought...

"Really?..." He nodded. Her smile returned, bigger than before. "That's great..."

She then raised his hand to her chapped lips and pressed them to his knuckles, looking at him fondly with a sparkle in her eyes.

"Because I love you too."

Connor felt warmth spread over his body, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, voice barely above a whisper.

"Nooo, that thing I drank was awful! I still have the taste in my mouth!"

He ignored her protests and leaned in and kissed her forehead, making her cheeks flush slightly.

"And this?"

"I-...! Yeah, that works too..."

#request #Assassin's Creed #assassin's creed x reader #connor kenway #connor kenway x reader #x reader #reader-insert #assassin's creed 3 #ac3 #fanfic

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